Fire.

How would it be if we opened our eyes one day knowing we are all creators? Imagine we would sense our palms and soles hot with the mightiest of fires that we would let out feeling how we create everything.

There is creation in the bowl of milk and cereals when we touch and hold it gently in our hands, whether we add another spoon of sugar, whether we feel its every taste of life.
There is creation in the hairdos we make in the mirror highly arranging four windy locks of hair.
There is creation in the journey we compose to our destinations, carefully stepping on the sidewalk or alongside turning and changing in our hearts of fire each second when we move with the world.
There is creation in the moment we freely plunge in an armchair, looking up and whistling away all that fire.

Much more than in to do, there is creation in to be.

Love...

... love will NOT tear us apart again
Love, love will NOT tear us apart again.

Diversity...

... is fun no matter what color you have, no matter whom you make love to, no matter where you are.
You may look like a yellow ladybug, you may have the shape of a red kitten, you may even appear like a green puppy, but inside all hearts beat the same.

You may choose differently than another, but it doesn't mean your choice is better or worse. It just means we all feel and think our own ways, even though our bodies and minds work the same.

PS. There will be love, rainbows and people proudly wearing kitten at Gay Fest 2010.

Other times.

Sometimes I know men by their walk.
Emphatic walk, dangled walk, tip toe walk. Fast walk, invisible walk. Avoidant walk.
Other times, I don't take enough time to see it.
Sometimes I know men by their voices.
Low voices, unsteady voices. Lost voices, voices that linger. Present voices, guilty voices. Voices that tell, voices that are silent.
Other times, I only hear what I want to.
Sometimes I know men by their hands.
Idle hands, sleek hands, trembling cold hands. Stern hands, watery hands. Vivid hands, hands that hold secrets.
Other times, I am too close to notice.

Modelling.

One of the advantages of using Facebook is that of spying on what people wear and do... :-) So today I found Anca wearing this t-shirt and I felt proud and happy! Doesn't she look gorgeous?

Cuteness overdose.

We are doing the kitten dance this Friday, with Andra and Macaroon. Pink tutu... check, blue eyes... check, smooth wings... check, fluffy friend... check, smiles all around... check. Yep, it's cuteness!

It's me...

... not reading the same books all the time,
not taking the same roads,
not even carrying the same things in my bag.
And you should know
I'm not your routine.
It's me...
who's surprisingly taking you higher
and then low low until you feel
it's me...
not following the same dreams,
not moving with the crowd,
not giving you the answers you need.
And you should realize
I'm not even here.

(to the one that calls me selfish)